Grandma Lu hadn't expected Lin Wu to be so formidable.
She even knew about the low fever Grandma Lu had recently experienced.
She seemed even more incredible than the fortune-teller He Xianzi!
"I know a little about traditional Chinese medicine," Lin Wu analyzed based on Grandma Lu's current condition, "Grandma Jin, have you had any black moles appear on your palm recently?"
Black moles?
Hearing this, Grandma Lu stretched out her right hand, "Xiao Wu, are you talking about this kind of black mole?"
Indeed, on the palm of Grandma Lu's right hand was a conspicuous black spot.
Lin Wu narrowed her eyes slightly, "Did this mole appear about two months ago?"
Grandma Lu's face was filled with surprise, her eyes also reflecting admiration, "Xiao Wu, you're so accurate!"
It was Lin Wu's first time meeting her, and not only did she know about her recent fever, but she also knew about the black mole on her hand.
